You had left your hometown. Things went terribly wrong and you weren’t welcome anymore and to be honest you didn’t want to be there any longer, not for a single second. You didn’t need those people, not those who hurt you and were only behind your back. You knew it wasn’t worth it to keep fighting all day long just to safe the family but it seemed like there was no chance to. Luckily you had saved some money to go away. It wasn’t much but it was enough to go far away into a big new city. You were in a hotel now for a few days, trying to get a job to get yourself some worthy life for once at least.

things weren’t so good but it could have gotten worse huh? But one thing irritated you a bit. Since the day after you moved into that little hotel room there were always some “presents” at the dorm if the door when you came back from your search for a job at the evening. Sometimes it were a big bouquet of flowers, they always looked so beautiful and smelled like heaven and sometimes it was hella expensive jewelry. You thought that someone just simply missed the door but after it happened every evening you weren’t sure who gave you all this.

today you stayed at in they little hotel room in bed. You got quite a bit sick so you didn’t want to even leave that bad. Muscles aching and the cough was rough but not much at least. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a soft but strong knock on your door. Who the hell would that be? With a weak groan you got up and walked to the door and opened it, looking up at that huge man in front of you who wore a gentle smile. He held some delivered food in his hands and held a gentle look in his eyes.

“Hello miss…I could heard form the room next to mine that you were sick. I thought I get you some food since you didn’t left your apartment all day long.” he then said in a gentle and deep tone.

was that the person who gave you all these presents?…this man in his mid fifties?…but he’ll he looked so gentle despite his body and muscles…would you let him in?…